I don't appreciate orchids, and I'm not a collector of orchids. Occasionally, a colleague in the unit put an orchid in my room. Since it has life, I love it. In a few days, I will be glad to water it, so that it will not die in my hands because of drought. Over the past two years, it has grown vigorously, withered leaves have fallen off again and again, and new leaves have grown stubble after stubble. Because of the change of office location, I had to put it in my dormitory. The environment there really doesn't match the flourishing maize orchid. My dormitory is no longer simple, a wooden bed, a small desk, not even a wooden chair, a basin rack with a plastic basin, and a hanger full of clothes I often replace. But this maize orchid adds life and green to this dormitory, and suddenly increases vitality. I still take care of its life and growth like that.